The New York Times and I have a long, one-sided relationship that includes a very sniffy rejection letter for a job I applied for ages ago. Whatever. It's still my favorite paper. Lately it has been sending me poetry prompts for which I am very grateful. I should explain. Every day in my feed reader I get the headlines (and links) for articles in the Well section, and many of them seem like the beginnings of poems. (A few also sound spectacularly unrelated to wellness, but I digress.)
Sadder but wiser? Maybe not
With this weed, I thee wed
Your cat might not be ignoring you when you speak
Tell us about your friends
Falling for your sperm donor
No more hiding
Aren't they great! I really want to hear the poems that start with these first lines. At a certain point I have to start writing them, right?
Anyway. Another source of inspiration has been The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On, the new book by Franny Choi. I'm in the middle of reading it, and my favorite line so far is "Every day of my life has been something other than my last." from one of the poems with the (same) title "Upon Learning That Some Korean War Refugees Used Partially Detonated Napalm Canisters as Cooking Fuel." This is powerful work, y'all.
The Poetry Friday roundup for December 9th is at artist & author Michelle Kogan's blog.
Photo: "Iced Tea at the Diner," by ST